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Okay this is our story... We where cruising through the Beer and Wine store one day (no we can't just walk into a 7-11 like you Americans can), while narrowly avoiding the unruly crowd of pubescent girls tailing us in hopes of getting a piece of the action and ripping articles of our clothing off, when we decided to make a decision. What beer should we drink today? A ha! Pilsner Old Style. We grabbed a few cases and made our way to the till. Being members of the prestigious Beer Society, we are cocky, arrogant bastards. For this reason we did not even notice the funny look the check-out girl gave us, or the fact that she was trying so hard to stifle her laughter when we presented our choice in beer. If only we had known.
There where many orders of business that we had to get though while sampling our Pilsners. We did a special public service announcement concerning our stance on Drinking and Driving and a special Coors Light photo op. Also, we initiated our first true members of the Beer Society. Janis, Gena and Christine all decided to take the plunge, even after we told them about the hazing ritual. The resulting pictures? Golden baby, yeah!
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"What does it taste like? It's like sucking the juice from a lactating yak, letting it sit in a toilet at Grand Central Station during the middle of flu season and then bottling it under the Pilsner label. That's what you have. Actually, it wasn't THAT bad, but I would never buy it again. |
| "Luckily, my mouth was so full of nachos for most of the night, I was able to contain myself when testing this, uh, interesting beer. I have a feeling though that any lesser of a man would not be able to drink the beer to the extent that I am. Ow! why did you hit me?! Ooh! Momeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" |
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